Roommate hunting, redux
Well, the search continues. My first choice needed to essentially drop out, so I am back to trawling Craigslist day in and day out, bumping my own post incessantly in an attempt to get people to come and check out the place. I've had a few people come by and look at the place, and none of them have made a negative impression on me, but I can't help but compare them unfavorably with the O.G. During my meeting with her, it seemed like we'd been friends for a while, even though we only met for about a half hour. A rare find in any set of circumstances, much less a potential roommate.
It strikes me that, given a roommate with whom I have no real rapport, this leaves me with little to keep me here, other than the good weather (which has been shitty lately), beaches (which I haven't been to in ages), and good memories (which are, when it comes down to it, just memories). Even so, I'm struck with the most curiously powerful apathy -- kind of like Altoids of the will, only in reverse -- whenever I try to get some friggin' work done, and I just end up going to the gym or playing solitaire.
Anyway. I got hooked on the show Deadwood, which airs on HBO and is currently into its second season. I picked up the first season DVD set for John as a going-away gift, and we've been watching it at the rate of a couple episodes a day. One of the best shows around; nearly every character is a total badass in his or her own way, and the show just keeps getting better.
Non sequitir: You ever have one of those days, where at the end of the day, you look back over the stretch of 16, or 18, or however many hours you've been conscious, and realize that your role in that particular patch of sunlight was of no consequence to any other living, breathing soul?
Yeah.